Springtime

Spring is to come, can you feel it? Leaves start to grow in our souls The flowers will do the rest and paint our garden It’s always a pleasure I can’t avoid May I confess, to you, my love now? Could that confession make a change? I know that love could last forever But better, we hurry, springtime is around I wouldn’t mind if you touch me now Can we combine, both, our lives? Together we could live forever and ever In the memory of our child And the trees could be ours And the skies, the rivers and the shadows If there is a perfect time That it’d be now Spring is to come, can you feel it? Leaves start to grow in our souls The flowers will do the rest and paint our garden It’s always a pleasure to be with you